An excerpt from The Cremation of Sam McGee by Robert W. Service Narrated by Lane Serr
Middle Aged (35-54)
North American, US Western
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an excerpt from the cremation of Sam McGee by robert w service. Now! Sam McGee was from Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and grows. Why, he left his home in the south to roam around the pole. Good Lord only knows he is always cold. But the Land of Gold seemed to hold him like a spell, though he'd often say in his homely way that he'd sooner live in ****. On a christmas day we were mushing our way over the Dawson Trail. Talk of your cold! The park has fold it stabbed like a driven nail if our eyes would close. Then the lashes froze till sometimes we couldn't see. It wasn't much fun, but the only one to whimper was Sam McGee in that very night, as we lay packed tight in our robes beneath the snow and the dogs were fed and the stars overhead were dancing heel and toe. He turned to me, and Cap says he, I'll cash in this trip, I guess. And if I do, I'm asking you that you won't refuse my last request. Well, he seems so low that I couldn't say no. And he says, was sort of a moan. It's a cursed cold. And it's got right hold till I'm chilled clean through to the bone. Yet taint being dead! It's my awful dread of the icy grave. That pains. So I want you to swear that foul or fair! You'll cremate my last remains. Now pals! Last need is a thing to heed. So I swore I wouldn't fail. And we started on at this streak of dawn. Oh, no! He looks so ghastly pale, crouched on his sleigh and he raved all day of his home in Tennessee and before nightfall a corpse was all that was left of my friend Sam McGee.
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